LOGINA traitor’s daughter. That has been Octavia Stone’s designation for the past six years ever since it came out that her father attacked Alpha Richard in an attempt to overthrow him for the Alpha title. Her father was killed, and her mother took her own life months later, leaving Octavia to suffer alone in a pack that wants nothing but her suffering for her father’s sins. Roman King is the Alpha of the Blazing Fire pack and Regent of the Southern packs. It is his responsibility to ensure that Alphas are held accountable for how their packs function. Following a lead of missing and dead she-wolves, he ends up in Octavia’s pack where he recognizes her as his mate. Roman raises questions about Octavia’s father and the circumstances surrounding his so-called actions. What nobody expects to find out is the truth about what truly happened the night that Alpha Richard killed her father. Unbeknownst to everyone is the fact that Octavia and her wolf are different and have been paired together for an important task that only they can accomplish. Octavia and Roman work together to fight against danger that threatens everything that they hold dear. It also threatens the werewolf world as a whole. Octavia, her wolf, Roman, and his wolf, must lead the charge. Aligning themselves with other species is a must. Will they come out the victor or the victim? Follow along their journey to find out!
View MoreROMAN. Octavia insisted on accompanying June to the hospital. Honestly, I hadn't even considered arguing. The decision had already been made the moment that June’s small voice asked if she’d stay with her.The poor girl had been through hell. She needed comfort and safety. She needed her Luna.I watched from a few feet away as Octavia wrapped a blanket more securely around her before she was loaded onto a stretcher. Even running almost entirely on adrenaline, my mate somehow still managed to project warmth, a steadiness that could make anyone feel at peace.June clung to her hand the entire time as if she needed Octavia to feel safe. The sight simultaneously eased and shattered something inside me because June never should’ve felt unsafe in the first place.Octavia looked back at me before they walked through the portal that would take them directly to the pack hospital. For a moment, everything else faded away, leaving only her.Storm was still close to the surface. I could see it in
OCTAVIA.The moment I saw June chained to that chair, something inside me broke.The warehouse vanished around me. The gunfire became distant. The shouting faded into background noise. Even Alpha Richard ceased to exist for a few precious seconds.All I could see was her.Her wrists were bound so tightly that angry red marks cut deep into her skin. One side of her face was swollen. Dried blood stained the collar of her shirt. Tears tracked silently down her cheeks as she looked at us, her eyes holding a fear that should never have been there.A crushing weight settled on my chest. This should never have happened. I had sworn to protect our pack members. That was the promise I had made when I accepted my role. It wasn't about power or titles or respect. It was about responsibility. About ensuring that every member of this pack had someone willing to stand between them and the darkness.And yet June was chained to a chair, bruised and terrified.‘This isn’t our fault,’ Storm growled.Was
OCTAVIA. For this to work, we had to hit them hard before they even realized we were there. So much could go wrong, but we only had one chance for this to work.We called in some reinforcements to help us.Violet and Enzo brought about a hundred warriors that were a mix of werewolves and Fae. They also supplied fifty warriors from Vittori Enterprises' personal security sector. They were elite warriors. Best of the best. The Council sent an additional hundred Sentinels. They felt personally responsible for Alpha Richard escaping in the first place, so they told us they would aid us in whatever way we needed it. Roughly two hundred warriors from our own pack joined in on the mission.Were our numbers overkill? Not at all. We did not know what we would walk into tonight, so it was better safe than sorry.Alpha Richard had escaped us once, but he would not accomplish that feat again.Storm paced hard beneath my skin as I stood beside Roman near the front of the assembled forces. This didn
OCTAVIA. Hours slipped by in a haze of exhaustion, tension, and relentless determination.The clearing never truly quieted. Warriors and investigators continued combing through every inch of the scene beneath harsh portable lights, even long after they had carefully transported the girl’s body back to the pack for identification.The forest glowed in cold white beams as evidence markers dotted the ground like tiny warning signs. No one wanted to miss anything.Not after this.Forensic teams collected fibers from the bark where the girl had been pinned. Soil samples. Blood samples. Trace residue from the blackened demonic magic staining the clearing. Every footprint was photographed before being cast. Every broken branch was catalogued.The smell of damp earth and blood clung stubbornly to the air.Storm hated it, and so did I.Back at the packhouse, the tech team had converted one of the conference rooms into a command center. Screens lined the walls, displaying maps, timelines, and p
STORM.My eyelids fluttered a few times before they opened up fully. I was met by the soft light from the sun, a light that certainly didn’t belong to our bedroom. The sight made my breath catch. I was laying down in a garden but not just any garden. I didn’t need anyone to tell me where I was. My s
UNKNOWN. Silence, the precious gift that it was, had almost been forgotten entirely. It was practically non-existent. This was where souls screamed out to torture’s Greatest Hits. Nothing ever changed here. Not really. It was the same century after century. At least that was what I’d thought.My ga
OCTAVIA.Change was on the horizon. I could feel its weight pressing down on me like a gathering storm. It wasn’t visible yet, not completely, but it was there, humming beneath the surface of every breath, every quiet moment. I’d been doing my best to act unaffected, to wear composure like armor, bu
SAOIRSE.The bass hit me first, thrumming through the floorboards and up into my bones like a second heartbeat. Ireland had no shortage of clubs, but this one was different—darker, more dangerous. It was the kind of place where the wrong glance could start a war, and the right smile could get you ev












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